“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, knowing I sound grumpy, but I kind of don’t give a shit.
Gracie laughs. “I want to really look at you.”
I throw my arms out, spreading them wide. “Here I am. Look your fill. Then get your pretty ass back on this bed and let’s resume what we were doing.”
The smile on her face is nothing short of absolutely gorgeous. Seriously, this woman…she is standing there naked like no big deal, not hiding herself whatsoever, which I appreciate. Her skin is still flushed from her earlier orgasm, her hair is a wreck, and she looks freshly fucked.
Not quite there yet, but if we keep going, that’s how she’s going to end up.
“You are perfection,” she tells me, her smile growing as she openly checks me out. “I mean, look at you.”
I glance down the length of my body, gripping the base of my dick and giving it a firm squeeze. Shit, if a stiff breeze stirred up right now, it would probably send me straight over the edge. “I am nothing special.”
“Ha! You’ve got to be kidding me.” She climbs on top of me, basically sitting on my stomach and I let go of my dick, resting my hands on her slim waist, stroking her there. Her skin is so damn soft. “You’ve got a body like a Greek god.”
She kisses me after making that particular statement and when she breaks away, I chase after her, leaning in close, wishing she’d kiss me again, but she denies me. “I work out.”
“Hmm, it’s more than that. You’re perfectly proportioned.” Gracie runs her hands across my shoulders. “Wide here and here.” She touches my pecs. “Slim through here.” She grazes her fingers along my ribs and stomach, tickling me. I giggle like a fucking child, which I can tell amuses her. “Long legs and big ol’ thighs. And a big, thick cock.” I raise my brows when she says the word. Damn, that was kind of hot. I really like this girl. “I think I hit the jackpot.”
She breathes this last statement against my lips, just before she delivers a devouring kiss. I grip the back of her head with my hand, holding her to me, thrusting my tongue against hers until she finally comes up for air, her gaze meeting mine once more.
“I thought you said no sex,” I tell her.
“I’m going to give you a blow job,” she announces, which hey, I’m not going to protest, but still.
“And then I’m going to fuck your brains out,” I tell her, my tone serious.
She slowly shakes her head. “I don’t know if I want to take that chance.”
“You’re, uh, still nervous about it?” She nods. “Did I hurt you earlier?” I lower my voice, concern making me wary. Leave it to me to let my horniness take over when I should be watching out for her.
“No.” She shakes her head.
“How about when I made you come? Did that hurt?” I raise a brow.
Her smile is devilish. “Nooo.”
“I won’t push you for anything you don’t want.”
“I know,” she murmurs.
I lean in, my mouth practically on hers. “Did you like it, when I made you come?”
“Yes,” she whispers, kissing me once. Twice. “I liked it a lot.”
“I liked fucking you with my mouth,” I whisper, licking at the corner of her lips. “I like how loud you are, too.”
“I’m usually not that loud,” she admits, her eyes falling closed when I lick the side of her neck.
“When I actually fuck you, I’m going to make you scream. It’s going to feel so good,” I murmur against her warm, smooth skin. “I can’t wait to sink deep inside you.”
“Are you a dirty talker, Caleb?” she asks.
“Not always,” I admit, giving her lower lip a gentle nip. “But when it comes to you, I can’t help but think of all the filthy fucking things I want to do to you.”
Twenty
Gracie